Shawn Mendes Imagines

harvard boy

"y/n, did you do the AP homework?" my friend Angela said shaking my shoulder.

I broke my train of thought and smiled nodding a little.

"Can I borrow it?" she chuckled.

"Sure" I said staring at the boy in my English class with round glasses and a flannel hanging off of his shoulder sexily.

"What are you looking-" she asked stopping finally catching his thought.

"Shawn, Shawn Mendes? Really y/n? He's way out of your league. He's like the smartest kid on campus and he's not about partying. Nobody's actually seen him at a party for that matter" she chuckled crossing her arms.

I scoffed and glared at her. The bell rang and I quickly jogged over to my English class.

"Good afternoon everybody" the professor smiled writing some things on the board.

I took notes and was interrupted by a hand on my shoulder.

"Do you have the notes from yesterday by chance?" they asked.

I looked up and met a pair of brown golden eyes. He smiled staring at me through his round glasses. I nervously smiled and nodded. I quickly emailed them to him and he smiled in returned thanking me. I blushed a little leaning in my seat.

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I scurried out of class still feeling heat rush to my cheeks.

"y/n!"I heard the same voice shout my name.

I turned around and found Shawn running after me with his book in his hand and a smile on his face. He took off his glasses and his face seemed more defined. His sharp jawline glistening in the sun.

"Would you like to come over for some coffee?" he smiled.

I nodded and he walked me towards the boys' section of dorms. I wasn't allowed over here, but how could I miss the offer of thee Shawn Mendes asking me for a coffee date. We finally got to the dorm and he shut the door behind him making me jump.

"Sorry about the mess, I've been doing a lot of research" he chuckled clearing off his bed and desk.

A globe sat next to the window and books stacked on top of each other in the side of the windowsill. A guitar sat in the corner next to a small piano. Talented and handsome, I like. His room was very philosophical and beautiful. It was dark and the wood surrounding us made it feel warm even if it was kind of chilly with the window open. I sat on his  bed as he handed me a cup of warm coffee.

"It's Irish" he smiled setting his glasses on the desk next to him.

I sipped it engulfing the warm smell of it.

"Oh my, this is fantastic" I chuckled nervously.

He chuckled and shrugged a little. We sat in silence until he cleared his throat.

"y/n, I heard you and Angela talking about me earlier today" he said.

"W-What are you talking about?" I stuttered.

"You like me eh?" he asked cocking his eyebrow.

"Well apparently you're out of my league" I scoffed referring to Angela's snide comment.

"I don't think so" he replied smiling kindly.

His rosy cheeks flushing out the rest of his face.

"Huh?" I asked.

Before I could say anything else, I felt a pair of lips on mine. My eyes shot open as I felt his hands grip my waist. I let it happen too. I shouldn't have, but he tasted so delicious. My hands slid up his hard biceps as he deepened the kiss. I slid off my shirt leaving myself in a black lacy bra. He pulled off his white t-shirt setting me on his lap. I tugged at the back of his head getting a small groan from him. He let go and looked at me with wide eyes.

"I'm so sorry, this was so unprofessional of me to do you" he said nervously grabbing his shirt and mine.

"Shawn-" I said grabbing his hand.

He sat back down on the bed slowly sighing audibly.

"Let me show a part of college that you've never seen" I smirked.

He threw our shirts on the floor and smiled.

"Teach me then professor"